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Apr 19, 2011 08:08PM

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That's so cool! It'd be funny if you could add a joke in there somewhere that's somewhere along the lines of, "They ALL want to be humans? Maybe they've been watching too much of 'The Little Mermaid.'"


I've always wanted to add cecaelias in my stories (half-human/half-octopus) but for some reason, I could never come up with a decent story about them.


Jeez....you guys are geniuses.....I can't even look at my mermaid novel...it sucks so bad, and i'm only on page five!!!!!! Ugh...


Hey Garett, I'd love to co-write with you. If you ever have a stray idea maybe we could both work on it and see what happens.

Hey Garett, I'd love to co-write with you. If you ever have a stray idea maybe we could both work on it and see what happens."
Awesome! I really wanna co-write with you, too. I have a few stray ideas that concern mermaids, if you want to hear them. But I also have several other ideas non-mermaid-related, if you want those too. I'll message you.

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where do you get all these beautiful mermaid images. lovely :)



Not every little girl daydreams about the day she gets her first trident. But then again, I’m not like other girls. I didn’t want a car, a cell phone, or even my first kiss. Instead, I’d settle for a three-pronged weapon of mass destruction. Every warrior was bestowed their very own trident on their eighteenth birthday. My time had finally arrived.
“I know you don’t turn eighteen for a few more months,” my father commanded. “But Linnea and the other Sirens agree that you have immense potential as a Mer warrior, and they felt the time was right. Now, you must realize that wielding a weapon endowed with powerful magicks such as this requires a vast amount of-----”
My mother sighed resignedly and shook her head. “Oh Adrian, for goddess’ sake, just give it to her. The girl’s practically dying of impatience.” Thanks, Mom. For once she and I actually agreed on something.
My father gave a thin smile. “Okay, fine. I just want her to be safe, Tamara, that’s all.” My father leaned forward and carefully handed me my early birthday present.
Encased in a shiny foil-wrapped package, I expected it to be heavy, but it was surprisingly lightweight. Without further hesitation, I ripped the wrapping paper from the long flat box and pried off the lid. My breath caught in my throat.
“Oh my goddess, Dad, it’s so beautiful!” I exclaimed happily. Carefully lifting it from the package, I held the trident up to the light. Power vibrated against my fingertips, the magickal energies invoked within the trident flooding through me and filling me with a sense of power and strength I’d never felt before.
The trident was seven and a half feet long, sculpted from titanium and inlaid with gems that gleamed opalescent in the light. It flared out at its base into three razor-sharp points, each capable of impaling and killing my enemies with one swipe. When I touched it, I knew it was mine. Like it belonged to me-----like it had been created just for me to brandish. It was perfect. I twirled it in the air like a baton, then caught it single-handedly. My fingers tightened on the handle. “Thank you so much! I love it!”
My father smiled proudly, his gray eyes twinkling. My mother looked equally pleased. Leaning forward, Dad wrestled to pry the trident from my hands, but I admit it took him a great deal of effort.
“I want to show you something,” he said. He pointed at a dazzling crystal set at the base of the trident, just before it extended outward into its death-delivering tips. The crystal matched the stone tied around my neck. Every Mer was given a similar one upon their birth.
“See this stone?” he continued. “It matches the one in your pendant. Both crystals hold identical magickal energies, making them two joined forces. By channeling the magick within your pendant, you can summon forth your trident at will. You can conjure it in and out of existence. Go ahead. Try it.”
I clutched the trident tightly and closed my eyes, focusing on willing the trident to vanish. Suddenly, the stone at the base of my neck warmed and my eyes jerked open to see the pendant pulsing with a warm, bright glow and I felt a deluge of heat flow through me. My hand abruptly felt empty, and I looked down to see my trident was gone. I looked at my father in surprise.
“Focus,” he urged. “Make it return to you.”
I closed my eyes and centered myself, building energy inside me. This time I concentrated on willing my trident to reappear. The stone at my neck reheated, and there was a sudden heaviness in my hand. I reopened my eyes to see my trident had returned.
“See, Adrian?” Mom pointed out. “She’s fine.” My mother hugged me tightly. “You’ll make a fine warrior, Gemma.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, smiling contentedly. “This is the best present ever. Thank you both.”
The front door opened and Calder walked into the room. My younger brother stopped and stared when his eyes found the trident I was holding.
“Damn, Gemma, you could inflict some major damage with that thing!” he teased. “I wouldn’t want to be the unlucky bastard on the other end of that handle.” Mom gave him a disapproving look about his language usage, while Dad and I burst out laughing.
“Yeah, well, don’t piss me off and you won’t be,” I joked back, flicking my wrist and willing the trident to disappear. In a flurry of sparks, it vanished. I turned to my parents. “I think I’m gonna go out for a nighttime swim.” I walked to them and hugged them tightly. “Thank you both again.” Walking past Calder, I ruffled his hair. He was only two years younger than me, but he was already taller and extremely well-muscled. “Later, little bro.”
The seaside mansion I lived in with my parents and brother sat adjacent to an isolated strand of beach privately owned by my father. A small dock was built extending out into the water, a tiny dinghy tied up next to it. Having your own private beach proves to be useful when you’re Mer. No humans, no motorboats or jet skis, and no invasion of privacy means we can change back and forth from our two forms without intrusion.
I stepped onto the shabby little dock and undressed myself. Fully naked, I bent my body into a curving arc and dived into the sea without even making a splash. As soon as my head went below water, I focused on shifting forms. A crackling pure light engulfed my whole body as I changed into my mermaid form. With a flick of my long powerful tail, I surged through the midnight-colored depths.
My tail was covered in iridescent scales bathed in shades of purple and magenta. From the spot where the smooth flesh of my upper torso melded into glittering scales to the tip of my powerful tail fin, the tail was six and a half feet long, powerfully built and capable of striking and injuring an enemy. Retractable barbed spines ran down the length of the tail, and I knew a wound delivered by those tail-spines wouldn’t look pretty. Even the brilliantly colored tattoolike tribal markings that blemished my skin in swirling, languid lines looked beautiful, denoting me as a creature of the sea.
I love the first sentence...totally hooked me in ad got me interested. You right very well, Garrett! I love t to pieces

Anyway, here's the synopsis of my story:
A teenage girl, adopted and always wanting to know who her birth parents are, is haunted by the ocean’s call, inexplicably pulled to the water's edge. During this time she discovers her destiny as the Siren, a powerful mermaid warrior with magnificent powers over the sea, but her destiny lies in the ocean, meaning that she will have to return to the sea and battle the terrifying, evil sea monsters who are hell-bent on taking control of the underwater world, a world she has now unintentionally become a part of.



But there really is some interesting things. Like Tiamat, this ancient sea goddess, who has all these monster minions. (One source actually said that Tiamat was the one who created mermaids.) And, since my book is about a mermaid who battles monsters and the like, I thought the best choice for a villain would be the mother of all other monsters.



And I've started Falling or Flying (the third) and I'm still editing Dancing Barefoot. I'll post links when they're a bit more polished.

But I also have no idea how to start the book, and I'm still debating whether to do first-person or third. Because a lot of things are going to happen, some things the narrator would be completely unaware of but I want the readers to know. Maybe I should do the first-person, but just switch from character to character each chapter? Any advice from my fellow writer friends? :) I can message anyone if they need to look at the actual story to see what might be best, 'cause Lord knows I sure don't. :D

I think it'd be awesome to see them published or self-published, because I don't know many eighth graders who write as well as you, or have actually written an entire trilogy. :)

I have thought about Kindle publishing, but I think I'm still trying to work on my things a bit more. Make sure your writing is the best it can be. NaNoWriMo writers sometimes get published, and if you finish it you get your book as prize.
I don't know how to go yet. Young people don't usually get published. I suggest you join the group I'm in. They taught me everything and quite a few of them are getting published.

This is random, but I just saw where you were moderator. That's such a coincidence, because earlier today, when I was off in LalaLand rather than doing schoolwork, I mentally noted to send you an email about becoming our third mod, since I'll be gone during the week. :)



Garrett, ahh that pesky POV problem. I feel your pain. When I first started writing Tangled Tides I tried it from 3rd, but it just didn't feel right. My characters didn't feel real to me when I wrote ABOUT them vs. telling their story THROUGH them. So I made a very risky choice of telling it from 1st BUT alternating between 3 different characters. (Actually the first draft was told from 4 but that changed.) Many readers will probably say they don't like that many POVs, but it's the only way that felt RIGHT and genuine to me so that's how I told it. As writers, we are the only ones who know our story and characters well enough to truly know what's best for them. I say write a couple scenes in first and then write those same scenes in 3rd and see which one feels right to you.
Just my two cents. :)

Karen, I think you voiced my feelings EXACTLY when you said third person made it seem like you were talking about them, rather than through them. I think that's the same problem I have. Third person doesn't make the characters seem real. And I have the same problem, too. I have so many different characters whom I need to get their emotions through. I'll probably have to alternate between POV's as well. After all, it's what feels right to the author of the book. Because in the end, you can't make everyone happy, but you should write what makes you happy. Thanks for the advice, Karen! I really needed someone's take on the POV problem, right from someone who has also dealt with it. :)
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